Welcome to Day 11 of The Twelve Days of Christmas (to be “read” like the song) – Dances with Chaos style……………
I know, so incredibly original the concept blows your mind – Matrix style. This will be usurping the usual Tacklerism Tuesday and “What the frak?” Friday segments until completed.
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On the eleventh day of Christmas, dear Santa gave to me:
Eleven inches of snow fall,
Ten minutes of pelting,
Nine sweet sticky rolls,
Eight sloppy snow angels,
Seven sneaky snatchings,
Six doting relatives,
Five free dinners,
Four hours of sleep,
Three spares in a row,
Ok.. maybe it’s not 11 inches.. Maybe it’s more like five or six. So far.
But it’s beautiful.
And very wet.
Perfect for snow fort building – a continuation of the previous masterpiece.
We even tried sledding – it mostly involved me pulling The Tackler down the hill – to his absolute delight.
And hit a playground.
So you can see why this day of Christmas – one of the most Hollywood-like picturesque perfect days before Christmas I have ever seen in the 30 years I have celebrated this holiday in the state of Iowa – I am not sitting at my computer blogging or tweeting.
It’s just too darn fun outside.